Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 203, 7 July 1917 — Page 5

THE

JUNIOR

PALLADIUM:

Take the Junior with you on your Vacation. 9ak9 tho Junior irth you on your Vacation. WEEKLY SECTION OF THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM RICHMOND, 1ND, JULY 7, 1917

ACROSS THE SEA IN A BARREL - h- ..-'.. One day my Bister and I were out walking in the : woods,, gathering flowers and listening to the birds singing until we thought it was about time to go home. . We walked and walked until we came to the seashore and then we. knew we had gone just the opposite direction from heme, but it was getting dark already, so we. took off 6ur coats and lay down on the hot sand. We slept all night on the warm sands and when we awoke In the morning we wandered around and found

some berries to. eat: We got rather frightened, being so far from home and not having our' dear little beds to sleep on.. We thought we would not try to wander back home, not telling where we. would ' land, "but we thought we would watch the waters and, probably we would see a ship. About noon we, found a ; box. It was perhaps a. box thrown away by some one on board a ship. The box was large enough for both f us as neither one of us are very : big. Loretta my sister, spread her coat on the bottom of the box to . soften it so when We slept on it that night it wouldn't be so hard. -We idled the afternoon away and early in the evening we went to bed! As we were tired and worn out we were soon fast asleep, in - dreamland. Loretta , awoke me with a start and a scream. She said she dreamed we were on the water dashing amongst the waves and a big wave swallowed us. To prove to her that we were still on land in the box I stood up and peered over the sides and to my amazement and horror, I found we were still on the water. I had Loretta pinch and slap nie to prove that I was awake, and Loretta's dream was true. .My, how we clung to each other during those awful moments, thinking every moment to be swallowed up by those "terrible waves. Thoughts of home flashed across my mind. Thoughts of our friends and what they would do when they heard of our plight. They might find our bodies in the water. Would they cry? As silly as these questions seemed to me it .was impossible to keep them out of my mind. After being all right on tbe water we finally bumped on something hard next morning. To our joy it was land. We climbed out of the box, waded ashore and looked about us. We , found ourselves on the other shore, opposite the one we had intended spending tbe night on. As soon as we realized where we -were we went to our uncle's house and afterward told him our story and he sent us home on tbe street car. We told many our story and we also learned a lesson about where we take our walks, but never before were we so glad to get home. 'Loretta's Sister, Economy, Ind. H :t MORAL: MIND WHAT YOUR MOTHER SAYS Here's an ode to Marybelle: Marybelle was very well. One wet day she failed to do What her mother told her to. Marybelle went out to play On that wet and rainy day. Mother, 'ere the child had gone, Said to put her rubbers on. Marybelle she did forget Waded out into the wet. Soon, beneath her thin-soled shoes Mary felt the dampness ooze. And straightway there was sent Marybelle a punishment, . For Marybelle, I now am told, Is sick in bed. She has a cold. PIT-A-PAT Pit-A-Pat lay on the warm rug before the fire. She was very pretty. Her soft gray fur shone like satin. She had a white tie under her chin. On each little foot she wore a spot less white shoe. Her eyes were green and sometimes they were like little black slits. In the dark they shone like stars. She wore a blue bow. Her mistress liked ber best in blue. She lay stretching her paws and sticking her claws in the nice soft rug. Anyone near might have heard a soft "P-r-r-rr". Fit-A-Pat was singing to herself in the firelight. William Huber.

PALSFOR THE RED CROSS

if Anyone who turned in the most

Red Cross could, win this pony; Model S, the little pedigreed Red Cross

pony that was given to the cause through the Chicago Evening American by Dick Donald Simpson, son of T. S. Simpson and son of ElmhursL

The last day of the contest was July BOY POLICE PARADE New York for the first time Saturday saw its boy policemen on parade. Close to 2,000 of them in olive drab uniform of Junior Police marched down Fifth Avenue and were reviewed at Madison Square by Commissioner Woods. Ranging anywhere in age from 11 to 15 years, almost every boy. had his mother, father or some other member of the family in the crowd to feel proud of him. '; To many spectators along the line of march, the Junior Police was something unknown Until they saw them on parade. Many questions could be heard as to who they were and what they were' for, and some even bad the impression that tbe "juniors" assisted the regular policemen in running down law breakers and making arrests. . ; The Junior Policeman never jumps off a moving car and knows that he must get on with the right hand and left foot, and get off with the left hand and right foot. . He always keeps a wary eye out for traffic. He does not engage in street fights, or build fires, or play on fire-escapes and unprotected roofs. He is also Instructed to regard the policeman as his best friend and one whom he helps in every way he can. If the boy knows that, the law Is being violated in his particular precinct, he is taught to regard it his duty to report that violation to the nearest

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twenty-five cent donations to the 4. policeman. He aleo tries to keep paper and refuse off the street. thereby helping to keep the city clean. All these things the junior policeman not only knows but he also teaches and tries to impress (the necessity of them on others. There are actually about 4,000 boys organized in the junior force. Only half of them were on parade yesterday because the others have not yet been supplied with uui forms. Tbe geographical unit of organization is the police precinct, of which there are eighty-seven in New York City. The minimum membership for any precinct is twenty-one and the maximum limit is the total of boys between 11 and 15 years of age. Any boy between those ages is eligible to member ship in the precinct orginazation and becomes a member after promising to obey the pledge, motto, and duties of the organization. The motto is "Be Trustworthy. Be Honest Be Loyal. Be Polite. Be Helpful. Be Obedient Be Brave." After the parade, Commissioner Woods said he was convinced that the Junior Police movement was doing a great deal to develop manliness and civic pride in the boys of the city. "It not only makes the boys belter boys by keeping them off-the streets and teaching them to accept the responsibility for their own conduct," said the Commissioner, "but it makes the boys helpful to the city departments in that they try to maintain healthful, sanitary and. orderly conditions in their various neighborhoods."

WHAT BOYS AND GIRLS ARE DOING IN THE EAST One of the' things most interesting to Indiana boys and girls about New Jersey boys and girls' is the way . they are doing their part to help' in these war times. ' Everywhere on the streets you see the boya in their kbakt uniforms just like the soldiers, .and especially around the many Utile recruiting stations on the streets.' In almost every church yard you find one, two or three little brown tents and big signs air around on the street to enlist now; and of course all the boys want to stay near to the hero of the hour, the recruiting officer. , But the girls also are showing themselves just as loyal by wearing the ,Red Cross , uniforms .everywhere. These uniforms for children are so in demand new .that many . of the large stores keep a supply and sell them. ' And the girls do more than that loo. Tuesday afternoon we saw quite a crowd of children gathered around something in front of one of the houses, and there several girls about ten years old were dressed in their uniforms, selling flowers for the Red Cross. , ' Another way that one little girl was helping was cutting the grass on an immense lawn. ; She had hitched ber little white pony to the lawn mower and instead of having a pleasant -afternoon ride over these beautiful New Jersey hills and mountains, she was patiently driving her pet back and forth over that lawn, doing her bit to help.

The boy scouts especially are do ing all they can to help. During the sale of Liberty Bonds several scouts made. a better record selling them than some of the men whoj officially helped in the campaign. And last week In a large tenement fire in New York city, the boy scouts did as much rescue work as the real firemen. ' v WHO BROKE THE WINDOW? Small boys living near the county court house seem to have little regard for the property there. Frequently in their play in the court house yard they destroy or damage property for which their fathers must pay when they pay their taxes each year. Only the other day some boys threw a baseball through one of the big glass panes in the east door and a new one had to be put in that cost several dollars. . The boys' fathers have to pay for these things and they should be more careful in their play so they will not break any more windows. The hedges around the yard also are damaged by boys, and girls too, who run through them in their play. These hedges add to the beauty of the grounds and the children should help as much as possible in keeping them looking pretty. ATRIP My friends and myself took a walk in the country. We went over the iron bridge. The water was so deep and the water rippled so prettily that we stopped to watch it We went about two miles, then started back home. On our way we crossed a swinging bridge. We were afraid and dizzy on this. We came on to some very pretty sand on which we printed and made some pictures. When we reached home we were very tired but did not rest We played games until we could play no more, then we rested. Frieda Frese, 3A, Whitewater School. THE CRY OF THE BIRDS IN THE TREES I once heard the cry of a mad bobolink; The words it was saying were saying these: "Spink, these: "Spink, Did he mean that his babies were very bad birds, And that he must spank them, when crying these words, "Spink, spank, spink?" I listened again to a bird cry, so shrill; Translated his message to this; "Whrp-poor-wilL" That he had been good be wasn't pretentious He begged and he pleaded, In tones conscientious. "Whippoor will.-

HOW THE PORCUPINE GOT HIS SPINES (A Foolish Animal Story.) , ' Once upon a time, when the trees stayed green all the year round, and the oceans covered almost all of your home and mine, porcupines -didnV have any spines. They had long, soft' fur, just like cats, and they ran around through the woods like cats. .,"'''-;'.- : Great-grand-daddy.- P o r c u p i ne, -who was a member of one of tbe oldest families in the woods, .and was proud of himself because of it, was just plain Jimmy Porcupine in those-days, j He traveled all night and played all dav He could jump' from tree to tree, and spent moxt of his time doing it. And when Big -Bear, the red-eyed, cam snuffling through the woods,' Jimmy would lie very qOtly in the sun until he was almost caught, and then jump ' away to the trees, with Big Bear after him. Up a tree the porcupine would go, and up after him would go the bear, but the porocupine : would jump, to another Just aheaed the bear's paws. " ' " ;J On the very important day when the porcupine family got his spines, Jimmy was dozing in the sun, wheu suddenly a great shadow towered over him. He had slept one sec-1 ond too long. He was so scared he turned cold from head to foot, and then hot, and then both hot and cold at once. . He. couldn't vjnove. His hair all rose on end and just sat there and waited to become a bear's dinner, with his head tucked under his paws. : ,v ' Big bear was enjoying himself. He thought of the delicious taste of young porcupine, and his mouth

watered. He stretched it very wide, licked all his teeth to Bee that they were sharp, lowered his jaws over Jimmy Porcupine, an closed them. : Young porcupine ielt Big Betr snort, then he let go, and made a great rolling scuffling noise behind him. He wasn't to be eaten after all! He jumped for the trees, and when he got up one, he turned to see what was' the matter with Big Bear. He was rolling in the ground, pawing wildly at his mouth with all four paws. He looked so funny that Jimmy laughed and laughed, and laughed. Think of a great big pig, trying to ram all his feet into his mouth! . r ? ; :r- " ' ? Then he started home, to tell his father and. his .mother about his adventure. But on the way, he bumped against a tree, and felt the funniest tickling, pricking, feeling! It was just as if he had run into a pincushion. He couldn't imagine what was the matter. - ; . When he got home, and rushed in the door, his mother cried: , "Why, Jimmy Porcupine, what Is -the matter with your fur? It's all sticking on end, like the needles in a cushion!" ' He looked at himself In the looking-glass. His hair was all on end. Then his mother took the brush and comb and tried to smooth it out but it jumped up behind the brush, just as if it hadn't been touched. And when Old Man Porcupine, his father, came home, he tried to spank Jimmy on general principles. y , He brought his hand down once, hard. Then he jumped up, and waved it around, and said something awful. And Mother Porcupine had to bring the pinchers, And take his son's bristles out of his hand." By that time, Jimmy decided that having bristles had its advantages. And when he went out next day, and the biggest young Porcupine bully in . the neighborhood made fun of the way he looked, he filled the bully full of bristles, and went home feeling good. And just because he could, he licked all the young porcupines around the neighborhood. And one by one, they couldn't stand him any longer, and left the country. , So, not having to run, and finding plenty to eat be got fatter and fatter, and lazier and lazier, and , slower and slower, and all his children were like him. And that's how the porcupine got his spines. i By a man who writes stories for the big Palladium. FOR AUNT MOLLY Dear Aunt Molly We are all sorry to hear of yonr illness and also of your going away, but we are very glad to hear you are getting well and strong. Grace Sin-coke.